On forest-green tube bike he wobbles near Sharp short pale grass and windmill petals thin in purple pink and white. The U-bar steers Around and pointing straight in right at him. Together fall young boy and bike on path Cement, pebbly worn — neighbor’s walkway where He fell forever onto flat round poke. Time drained away as handlebar all air Removed. A moment outside time provokes A still wide patient quiet; life’s on hold. The heaving pain will come but … Continue reading Fall onto Handlebar Sonnet